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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Right Out Of Your Hand

s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful

s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful

s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful

wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand [Organ solo] You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out

in frozen snow You are a forte nature, dear And your breath curls from your lips And the trees bend down their branches Touch you with their fingertips They're bringin' out

Truck love! Right here! Truck love! Right now! Bewitched by pure power. That's truck love! In the gully of your choice. Truck love! Jam-up on a leaping